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It’s crazy how normal and familiar this feels, especially when I compare it to how I was ready to stab him to death only a few weeks ago.
I slip under the covers and pause when I feel his hot skin. The doctor said the fever would go down in a while, but how long is a while?
Shouldn’t it be now?
I lay my head on his shoulder and yelp when he turns completely in my direction and wraps both arms around me, then places me on top of him. Even while his eyes are closed.
Pleasure pools in my knickers and I clench my thighs.
I think the bastard has orgasm-trained me or something. Being on top of him only happens after he fucks my brains out. When sex isn’t the main focus, he sits me between his legs or on his lap. So now that the fucking hasn’t happened and I’m on top, my body is acting up because of it.
I rub myself against his semi-hard erection, then stop.
What the hell am I doing? He’s sleeping and feverish and I should go to hell for this.
Forcing myself to calm down, I close my eyes and let sleep whisk me away.
* * *
A moan slipsfrom my throat.
Another one follows.
And another.
Oh, God.
His hands slide up my stomach to my nipple and then down again, but that’s not all.
My core clenches due to being rubbed on and on by his very hard cock.
I’m such a pervert for dreaming about this when he’s sick, but I guess I underestimated my sexually frustrated state when I went to sleep.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. Sometimes I want to cage you so no one but me can look at you.” Even his voice is slightly slurred but so deliciously deep and dark, like when he’s touching me for real.
The dream gets ten out of ten for details.
“I want to shoot everyone who dares to look in your direction or cause you pain. I want to bathe in their fucking blood and throw their insides at your feet. I want to fuck you there, too, in their blood, to stake a claim. You’d probably bolt if I said this to you directly, so I won’t. I’ll just keep owning you over and over, until you can no longer think about leaving me. I’ll be your shadow so no one dares to hurt you.”
He accentuates his words with a rub against my pussy, a pinch to my nipple, a bite to my stomach. He’s everywhere, and I wish that was the only reason I was turned on.
His words have the strangest effect on me, they make me delirious and greedy for more.
Maybe I’m sick, too, for being this aroused by his threats of murder for me.
His fingers leave my nipples and slide to my throat. The moment they squeeze, my air vanishes.
Killian throws my leg up against his chest and he pounds inside in one delicious go.
This isn’t a dream.
My eyes fly open, and sure enough, I’m completely naked. My legs are flung over his shoulders as he holds them hostage with one hand while the other is currently on the verge of suffocating me.
Wasn’t this crazy bastard feverish not too long ago? Actually, he still is, judging by his hot touch.
Or maybe that’s me.
Just how can he have this intense power, even worse than usual, when he’s sick?
